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Thursday, August 21, 2014

There's something (accent on) terribly touching about the merging of the trivial with trivia. When you got two paper thin personalities who are most noted for the tautness of their facial skin, which is made so by the pressure of bullshit, similar to the air in a tire, you've got one of those potential spontaneous combustion relationships. The resonant heat of each, juxtaposed with one another and in proximity to the paper thin skin, can fill one with a certain eager expectation that they will, the both of them, burst into flames due to one of the lesser known laws of physics.

This is an age of epidemic BS proliferation. The only other forces I know of that match it are ignorance, denial and self interest. Talk about your lethal combinations, when you got all of these that is one toxic cocktail. Bottoms up! Literally. That reminds me of a joke. George W. Bush, Binnie the Rat or Hillary Clinton (take your pick, there is a near endless list to pick from) is sent to Hell. The demon whose job it is to fix their location shows them 3 rooms. In the first one People are up to their neck in near liquid dung, provided by a nearby hog lagoon (they got plenty hog lagoons in Hell). In the second one, the people are on bungee cords and every so often they are dropped and fully immersed in the mix for a short moment. In the third room, the people are standing around in it and it comes up to their knees. They are having coffee and chatting. Bush, or whomever says, “I'll take this one.” The demon replies, “Right, in you go!” and as soon as Bush has entered the room he announces, “alright, coffee break is over, back on your heads!”

You might want to be a fly on the wall in order to listen to these two Twitter Twits engage in completely staged playing out of this PR exercise but I must forewarn you, that's going to be one crowded wall.

I see cosmic irony as one of the byproducts that manifest in the wake of Mr. Apocalypse and in that sector you'd have to look hard to find something more appropriate than this. Of course the Zio-owned and controlled media is pulling out all stops so that The Grief Train can steam across the landscape at full speed but... here's the irony, the people who beheaded this journalist are in the employ of the Zionist controlled American government and one wouldn't be reaching if one presumed that this event could well have been set up by the intelligence community for the propaganda value in it. I'm not saying this happened. I'm saying it's certainly in their wheel-house. Furthermore, this journalist is employed by the Zionist media and it's no stretch to see why seeming forces of opposition would engage in this sort of thing. Play it either way.

Are you in the mood for more irony? This should give you a second helping (mind that waistline!) Observe the obvious ploy here that should be evident to those with an IQ over one hundred. Unfortunately, it appears that a significant portion of the population does not come up to this mark. Whatever yellow sheet journalist turned this out, he/she is trying to give the impression that there is a concert of approving voices for the august (dripping with gravitas) Holder. Not only is Holder a proven criminal, he is also a traitor to his country but then, so is everyone he works for too. Given what a fatuous prig he is, this strutting marionette is unlikely to bring much of anything to the table since his usual position is on his knees under the table.

I sometimes stand back in stark awe when I look at people like Holder but then I also stand back in stark awe when I observe the sheared sheep of these end times. You can't get the one without the other.

The saga of Bigbustula has finally come to an end, years after the death of the original supplicant. It's all about the money! It's all about the money! You know... people die every day and they are still chasing the money and it isn't even available, nor is it negotiable where they have gone. It's a form of the hungry ghost phenomena and there are more of them running around than ever. You might liken their state to being in a dream where you are pursuing something but you never acquire it or arrive there. It is a state of perpetual frustration,like a vampire marooned on No Neck Planet.

I try to figure out why it is that people become so completely obsessed here on this temporary plane and ignore the inevitable (and for them it is guaranteed inevitable) reality of their departure from here. They leave with no road map and no idea of that far country. In a certain sense you don't go anywhere when you die. You go where you are at, so your ongoing circumstance mirrors your new location. One might get some idea of the metaphysics by considering the implication of the fact that Heaven begins where your feet touch the ground. You need to arrive where you wish to go before you get there; not to say it doesn't also work out otherwise but this is to say you get a sort of double indemnity. Personally I like the added security of that. Remember, there are guarantors on both sides of the equation. Certain behavior patterns and certain mindsets guarantee certain results. It's a no brainer but for some reason that's non applicable for people with no brain, even though it says, “no brainer” so.... you have to assume you do need a brain, or more accurately a mind and that would be a mind with the capacity for objectivity.

It's a rough go at the moment but there are things one can glean from observation. Take the case of Ferguson. At that location there are crowds of people seeking to be fully engaged in the process. On one side are the roid-rage police and on the other side is the enraged citizenry, infiltrated with opportunists and instigators who work for the same forces that employ the shrunken testicle brigade. Meanwhile there are people going about their lives and remaining untouched by the uproar. This is not to say that one should not be engaged in protest against injustice but... keep in mind the condition of the times. Can one reasonably expect justice 'at this time'? You'll have to figure that out for yourself. There is a reason that the wise and illuminated retreat in certain periods of material excess and global disorder.

I can't make other people's minds up for them. I can't wade through the population with a a big stick screaming “Wake up!!!” It's not in my job description and it's not likely to be successful given how many people need to get wacked and at what point I would be hindered or halted in my efforts. People have to get their heads right or they are going to be headed wrong and that's not going to result in the positive fruit of true self interest. We can only hope Mr. Apocalypse does a comprehensive and quality job on human consciousness. Well, he's a pro. I expect nothing less.

End Transmission.......

Visible and The Critical List: ♫ Bottoms Up ♫'Bottoms Up' is track no. 5 of 7 on Visible and The Critical List's 1987 album
'The Pope of Rock and Roll'

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comments:

Anonymous
said...

Right on...Bro.

Objectivity...!

now how in the world would the "braindeadgoy" stumble into that

Dimension...when everything is SUBJECTIVE and already decidedby the currency printing MEDIAOwners...and all GOOD BAPTISTShave to be RIGHT, cause if anyone doesn't agree that the Synagogue of Satan "Proselytes" are "God's Chosen People" {Israel}....why they are going to Hell....right now...by God.

curious that. {For inasmuch}

the paradox concerning the nature of objective validity is by design and degree instinctual...

http://www.zengardner.com/losing-eden/

someday soon during a Friday night skit with your new hairpiece as a proppeople will be in agony from laughing so hard...mark my words

A perfect example of the incongruity of the Michael Brown nonsense is the circus/church/legal/cultural phony baloney nonsense exemplified by something we'll never see or hear. That would be one or two or ten of Michael Brown's neighbors high fiving when they found out someone 86'd him.

It was just a matter of time when you go around brutalizing people as a matter of fact.

Hard to believe the store keeper Brown physically assaulted, intimidated, threatened and robbed didn't pull out a pistol and shoot him dead on the spot.

Not much of a story there but the same neighbors would still be high fiving.

Although I haven't been through the streets screaming (not much, anyways ;)), I think I'll take your cue on this, and try to choose my battles wisely. Of course, the prime one is the battle against my own false self, and that's not going to change. But maybe it's best to speak to people who are at least willing to listen. But I will have to think about it... it might be possible to inspire people to reconsider their take on things in certain creative ways, if God will grant me the courage and inspiration. Inshallah. But besides that, I have a deep sense of everything being allright, and I am certain that everything will work out for the best in the end, no matter what little me does.

Thanks Vis, for keeping that torch high. And Happy birthday to you, dear Friend. May it be a blessed day.

All the best to you All, Brothers and Sisters. May your times be filled with Light, and may you walk in Peace.

In faith the man proceeds and knowsevery direction is toward the roadright there, where the light shines warmface turned to whim and sunevery closure a cue to beginhis blessed words accompany himno matter where he goes

Words as weaponsin the wisest of wonderswords as balmto protect from the thunderwordsnaked and gnarlytruer than trueputting back togetherwith spiritual gluepieces of thisand pieces of thatof the puzzle partslife won't take backWords, looking, looking,looking, througha stripping down of me and youa bare-bones gourmet residueserved only to the daring

Faith again, the food of fanaticsfaced with the fate of fixing what's falsefaith in the morning faith at nightonly way to put things righthe gathers every word in sightand delivers up the story

Happy birthday, Visible! May your heart be light and joyful and your days be full of inner peace and gratitude.

The personal disaster I alluded to in our last email exchange, which was averted then -- and I thank you for what you did on my behalf toward that happy outcome -- is now upon me. I welcome it now, for its time has come and all I can do is let what happens, happen, and do my best in the meantime. In spite of appearances that all is lost,I can only let go and trust in the infinite wisdom of the almighty.

Our death is our wedding with eternity. What is the secret? "God is One." The sunlight splits when entering the windows of the house. This multiplicity exists in the cluster of grapes; It is not in the juice made from the grapes. For he who is living in the Light of God, The death of the carnal soul is a blessing. Regarding him, say neither bad nor good, For he is gone beyond the good and the bad. Fix your eyes on God and do not talk about what is invisible, So that he may place another look in your eyes. It is in the vision of the physical eyes That no invisible or secret thing exists. But when the eye is turned toward the Light of God What thing could remain hidden under such a Light? Although all lights emanate from the Divine Light Don't call all these lights "the Light of God"; It is the eternal light which is the Light of God, The ephemeral light is an attribute of the body and the flesh. ...Oh God who gives the grace of vision! The bird of vision is flying towards You with the wings of desire.

Rumi

p.s. May your B-Day be one those very special days to reflect upon The Light of God within.

Dear Vis and all, I am glad to report that the dire situation I spoke of has resolved itself beautifully. I did indeed take the right approach, and due to that, I believe there is now far less danger of the same type of thing happening again.

The global signs of the times seem all too dire as well, but I am more entertained by it all than worried in any way. I know where it's ultimately going, and I look forward to the end result. Vistas of harmony, love and beauty beckon from beyond this veil of mist and shadow. The peril, the comedy and the tragedy of these times, frame a call to the heroic aspect of the human spirit, a call to remember who we are and what we can do. We will look back on these times with pride and awe and deep, deep gratitude that what happened, happened the way it did -- and that we got to witness and be a part of it.

And on we go. I'm glad you folks are here. We're all needed. Thanks for showing up.

Anon @ 6:06. Yes, learn to speak only for yourself. LTPTB is a pointed wit with visceral honesty, apparently beyond you. Your cruelty reveals a darkness in your heart. And perhaps this is transference, your misplaced hate. Please find out where it really should be directed.